| She moves like a mystic
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| Like a priestess, tall and pale
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| She lays down the mystery
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| All her secrets are unveiled
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| Wherever I look, I see her there
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| Wherever I go, you know she’s there
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| And she takes posession, she has control
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| And when the fever takes ahold
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| Her words fall in echos
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| Ringing bells like gypsy rhymes
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| She has the power
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| No believer can explain
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| Wherever I look, I see her there
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| Wherever I go, you know she’s there
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| And she takes posession, she has control
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| And when the fever takes ahold
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| I feel the heat pumping in my veins
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| I see myself going up in flames
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| Wherever I look I see her there
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| Wherever I go you know she’s there
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| She takes posession
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| Touch the fire
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| Touch the fire
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| I feel the heat pumping in my veins
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| Next to you I can touch the fire
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| I see myself going up in flames
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| Next to you I can touch the fire |